Oh you had to bring up reincarnation over a couple of beers the other night

Moving is a bitch. All your shit gets all mixed up and you can't find anything. For example, yesterday, I just wanted a pair of socks. I own probably twenty pairs, but couldn't find even one sock. It took me a half hour and I finally did find a pair but only one pair. Where are the other nineteen pairs?

Additionally, I have no place to keep my computer. There's no desk anymore b/c the desk I've been using for the past four years was owned by the university. So, now, as in right this minute as I type, my computer is resting on a piece of plywood that I found in the garage. The plywood is atop two milk crates that are acting as a shelf for additional books and the make shift shelf is along the wall between the bed and the wall. The whole set up kind of looks like a Buddhist shrine on the floor. Which, quite frankly, is rather appropriate as the only source of sanity I have right now is the internet and my computer.

What I've accomplished this morning:
1. Set up Buddhist computer shrine.
2. Ate breakfast.
3. Went to the bank in my pajamas because I thought I was just going to the ATM but my card didn't work, so I had to go INSIDE. That was awkward.
4. Just noted the awkwardness of the word awkward.
5. Carried a bunch of drawers upstairs, still waiting on the actual dresser.
6. Framed my diploma, which btw is in Latin, and I have no idear what it says. Universitas Meridiana...blah blah blah...my name...blah blah blah...the university seal...a bunch of pseudosignatures...and more of the blah blah.
7. Looked up Bonnie Raitt tabs.
8. Thought about playing guitar...didn't.
9. Watched youtube videos.

Alright, I'm dumping this cleaning project and going downtown. Maybe tomorrow I'll be more productive.